Nothing

"Nothing"

When my mother was terminally ill many years ago, I was under a lot of stress, although I did not realise it until some time later. During this period I developed an irregular heartbeat. I would start breathing heavily, feeling and almost hearing my heart thumping in an odd way. From time to time I would have to lie down, not from tiredness but from distress. A UN medical examination for which I was due at the time did give an irregular EKG reading. I sent a message to Sri Chinmoy about this, and he took it very lightly. He said, "Do not worry; it is nothing." Some other disciples told me the same thing. The condition went away, and some time later, months after my mother had died, I reflected on that whole time. Suddenly it occurred to me that an irregular heartbeat was far from "nothing", but Guru had not wanted me to worry. He did not want me to have mental sickness along with physical sickness, so he simply smiled and cured me!

Nemi (New York)

No Trace

No Trace

Some years ago, a cousin of mine in Scotland developed a tumour that had to be removed. I was not particularly close to this cousin and would never have thought of asking for Sri Chinmoy's help, but the day before the operation was scheduled, an aunt of mine called and said, "That man you know…can't you ask him to pray for your cousin?" So I called New York and got a message to Guru about the situation. The next day, when the surgeon operated on my cousin, he could find no trace of the tumour.

Shantishri (New York)

No Operation

"No Operation"

Every year, maybe since fourth grade, my brother Roopak has played basketball. Usually try-outs were after school, but for his freshman year in high school they were on the weekend. My parents drove him there, but I stayed home because I was tired. After a few hours, when they hadn't come home or called, I paged my Mom. She called back and said they were on the way to the hospital because Roopak had broken his leg. He was on a fast break, and when he went for the lay-up he twisted his knee. His knee locked and he landed with his leg straight. I immediately called Nishtha and asked her to tell Sri Chinmoy if possible. Meanwhile, my parents took Roopak to the nearest hospital emergency room, only to find a waiting line of about twenty people. Not only was the line long, but they were taking patients in the order in which they arrived rather than severity of the injury. They later told me that the man in front of them had a chicken bone stuck in his throat. So they left and went to another emergency room about half an hour from there. While all this was happening Roopak's knee was rapidly swelling. The next thing I heard from my parents was that the doctors wanted to cut open Roopak's leg to relieve the swelling. I called Nishtha back and told her. A few minutes later she called back and said Guru had clearly said, "No operation!" I called my mother, but what could they really do to stop it? The doctors were in charge. They put Roopak in a MRI, which was supposed to last 20 minutes, in order to find the spot where the problem was. Two hours later Roopak was still in the MRI. The doctors could not find the actual problem spot, so they did not operate. Guru's wonders never cease!

Susatya (New York)

Just Fine

Just Fine

A Russian friend confided in me that she always worries about her husband, who had very serious heart by-pass surgery. He is still not that strong, although he is extremely active in a very intense job at the United Nations. She said this with tears because she was very emotional, especially at that time. When they finished the by-pass surgery, the doctors had told her that they had never really completed the job properly. I do not know whether it was one doctor confiding in her about another doctor or whether the doctors, for some reason, had to stop in the middle of the surgery. Maybe my friend's husband was too weak for them to continue. Amazingly enough, Sri Chinmoy had already told me this when he went to visit the husband in the hospital, which is when he first met my friend. Guru had told me that the doctors had not finished the surgery and that he had to occultly finish it himself. I immediately reassured my friend that Guru had known about the situation long ago and that he had finished the surgery.

Nishtha (New York)

In The Dream

In The Dream

One Monday in August 1995, my roommate told me about a strange dream she had had that morning. My roommate is a dear friend; we see eye to eye on just about everything. Although she is not a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, she is one of the very few persons with whom I can freely talk about my spiritual life. I had told her a lot about my Guru, and she had seen him twice. My roommate said the dream had to do with her foot, which had been injured three days before on Friday. She had stepped on a rusty nail while sweeping the patio. The nail was about two inches long and it had penetrated deeply into the heel of her foot. The pain was excruciating and the wound bled profusely when she removed the nail. She remained in her room almost all of Saturday and Sunday because of the throbbing pain and her inability to walk. She knew that it would not be possible to go to work on Monday and wondered how she would break the news to her employer, who depended on her presence. In the dream, she was lying in bed when two figures draped in white from head to foot appeared. One was a human being; the other was a small animal like a cat or a dog. Then my roommate continued: "They were walking over my feet. I could not see their faces, so I tried to guess who they were. I first thought the tall figure might be a young woman I know well, but dismissed the thought because the figure was too large. Then I thought it could be Martha's Sri Chinmoy! But why would he come to me when I have nothing to do with him?" Then she woke up. It was about 3 a.m., the time she usually gets up. She went about doing various chores as always. At about 8 a.m. she took the bus, got off and was walking toward her workplace when she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be at home nursing her injured foot. She stood still for a moment, astonished that she was not feeling the pain that had bothered her so much all weekend. She put in a whole day's work, and when she arrived home, she told me her story. We were both very curious to see the condition of her injured foot. She removed both her socks and raised one foot and then the other several times. She could not recall which foot had been injured! I carefully examined the soles of both her feet, and there was not a trace of evidence of a recent wound. My roommate repeatedly exclaimed: "It's a miracle! It was Sri Chinmoy! I can't believe it!"

Martha (New York)

I Prayed

I Prayed

The most visible miracles Guru has performed in my life involve my dear ones. When I came to the path I was worried about several of them. One of my closest friends had been drinking heavily for a number of years. A young man who had grown up with my older son during his childhood and adolescence developed a rare form of cancer that none of his doctors knew how to treat. My mother was elderly and needed a live-in companion, but for almost a year she criticised every possible candidate severely, and each new companion left within a few months. An older friend had been stuck for five years in a job that made him very unhappy, but he felt unable to look for a new job. Naturally, my worries about these people had no good effects. Now that I was a disciple, I prayed for them often during my morning meditations. One day the father of the young man with cancer called me and was overjoyed to tell me that he had found a doctor on the West Coast who was a specialist in just that form of cancer. The young man went to California for a year of treatment and is now still alive and happily married. A very spiritual woman who had the patience of a saint came to care for my mother, and they were fond of each other until my mother died in her sleep a few years ago. My almost alcoholic friend started attending AA meetings and has not touched a drink in over five years. My older friend stayed in his job, but his boss was replaced, and the new boss gave him much more interesting responsibilities and raised his salary by about a third. When the first of these miracles happened, I didn't think too much about it—I thought it just happened. By the time there were three, I started to offer my gratitude to Guru. I haven't stopped.

Bhadra (New York)

I Felt Peace

I Felt Peace

When I became a disciple of Sri Chinmoy, I had just turned 21 and was still dependent on my parents. They were still supporting me in college, so their influence was strong. My father attended one of Sri Chinmoy's Peace Concerts, but his overall response seemed to be, to his practical mind, that the whole thing was useless. Because of the difference in belief, I kept friendly contact over the years, but never asked his opinion of my spiritual life. After 19 years, I was spending Christmas day with my father, then 72, and his cousin, 80. These two elderly men had grown up in the farm country of the Midwest and had then gone on to long careers. My father's cousin had been a college professor, and having very rarely seen me, found an opportunity to focus his intense curiosity on my spiritual teacher and our activities. After asking me many questions, he said, "And what does your father think of Sri Chinmoy?" My father was right there, so I said, "Why don't you ask him?" The answer came: "He is the leader of a great peace movement. He is sincere, he is physically fit. He lifts heavy weights and runs. He tells his students, ‘Be the best you can be.'" His cousin asked, "Did you ever see Sri Chinmoy?" My father answered, "I went to a concert and I felt peace. I meditated." Months later, I found it necessary to write to Guru on a different subject. In the last sentence of my letter, I told Guru what my father had said. I thought it might make Guru happy to see the change over the years. As I mailed the letter, and for several days afterwards, it was the last sentence about my father which reverberated in my heart. Within five days of mailing the letter, my family called to say that my father was in the hospital for emergency surgery. The main artery in his neck had become 80 percent clogged, but he had been unaware of it. It was a stroke waiting to happen, but the operation saved his life. Everything turned out well, and my family took it all very lightly. Amazingly enough, when I discussed the circumstances leading to his operation with my father, and told him about the letter to Guru, he believed and still believes that Guru saved his life. The light shining in his eyes when we talked was from another world.

Sutushti (Connecticut)

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